After a month, Lao Qi created a Wei armor and quietly handed it over to the old man, who was very satisfied after reading it and praised it again and again.

"Is the knife all right?"

"Alright." Lao Qi nodded slightly, took out a box with a wooden face, and put it on the table.

Slowly opened, inside is a knife slightly shorter than the big knife, the back of the knife is very thick, the whole handle of the knife body is purple-brown, the blade is like dry bones, the handle of the knife is engraved with the idol of Asura, and the tail is a human skull. The gratuitous gives people a feeling of cold to the bone.

"Shura Knife, isn't this your family's heirloom? How did you......? The old man was also taken aback.

The Shura knife is slightly shorter than the big knife and slightly lighter in weight, and it is said that when wielding the Shura knife, it will cause countless unjust spirits, also known as the Emperor Knife. The Shura knife is a weapon used by Asura, absorbing aura, integrating heaven and earth, slashing gods and demons, and fighting with the enemy independently.

This is the Shura knife created by a generation of famous teachers of the old seven family, and it is a knife at the top of the forging family of the old seven family, this knife has gone through the hands of many people, and finally returned to the hands of his family, this knife has also created countless souls, it is said that the knife also has spirituality, not everyone can hold this knife.

"I think it's time for it to be born, and I have this feeling that she's right for this knife." Lao Qi touched the box, and the eyes with intoxicating memories in his eyes.

The old man frowned, "Are you sure?" ”

Although she is still young, she does have a heart-wrenching temperament, resolute, courageous, intelligent, broad-minded, kind, and courageous. She is suitable for this knife, which needs to be mastered by a person with a good heart and a strong enough heart. If her heart is too strong, she will kill countless injustices too deeply, she is too kind and weak to hold this knife, and her character is very suitable. Lao Qi touched the knife as if he was touching his old friend, full of infinite emotion and pity.

"Okay, you can try, if it doesn't work, forget it." The old man is not so sure.

"Hmm."

The two went to the martial arts training ground together, the place where Mingzhu spent the most time recently, where he kept training himself, practice makes perfect is also a good way, for her qualifications are not so good, only the stupid bird flies first, and pays more effort.

"She's working hard." Lao Qi said seriously, although the contact time with Mingzhu is still short, but this child is very likable, respects him very much, and sincerely respects and admires people with ability, not because of Shangguan Hao's relationship.

He is very serious and hard working on everything, and he does not hesitate to work hard to learn and pay, and his attitude is very correct, which makes the people who teach very comfortable.

"It's nothing else, but she is a hard-working child in her studies, and they all say that she is smart but no one sees how much hard work she has put in and how much she has sacrificed." The old man sighed faintly.

When she was a child, everyone was playing, only Mingzhu was studying at home in Wenyuan Pavilion, everyone had to sleep lazy in the morning, she got up early to boxing and exercise in order to be in good health, and she persisted for so many years of ups and downs, which is rare for a child whose temperament has not yet been finalized.

She set a good example for her younger sisters, probably because of her high prestige and convincing among her sisters.

"Mingzhu, come here." The old man called for Mingzhu.

"Grandfather, why are you here?" Mingzhu ran over, wiped her sweat, and happily saluted her grandfather and master.

"Your master brought you your knife, look at it." The old man didn't say that this was the heirloom of the old seven families.

"Really, great, I'll see." Mingzhu hurriedly wiped his hands with a handkerchief, rubbed his hands happily and happily, and opened the box.

"Shura Knife? I've seen it in books, this ghost head is a sign, oh my! It's fantastic! Hey? This doesn't seem to be a newly forged one, it's murderous. "Mingzhu is also an experienced person in the end, and he already has a keen sense of murder.

"The vision is good, try to see if you like it?" The old man smiled.

"Hmm." Mingzhu picked up the knife and felt a tremor in his heart, unable to speak with excitement, this feeling was amazing, and when he got it, he felt that it should be his own.

We often have this feeling, borrowing someone else's something or tool, will be a little strange and uncomfortable, but our own things will not be like this, especially easy to get some small problems and know how to avoid the same use of slippery.

She was this feeling of being very familiar and very close now, it should be her own, and she felt so good.

She picked up the knife and came to the center of the martial arts training ground, and practiced a set of family knife techniques.

Mingzhu played a set of knife techniques and stopped, neatly stopped and closed the knife, there was nothing wrong with it at all, which was very suitable.

"Great, I think it fits me perfectly, the weight feels so good. I feel like I'm very close to it. Isn't this knife very valuable, it's not newly forged, someone must have used it before, and it has a spirituality. "Mingzhu is not stupid, she has also killed people and used other people's knives.

Generally speaking, knives are rarely touched by strangers, especially knives worn by others all year round, rarely used by others, and may accidentally see blood, the longer the knife is used, the more spirituality of the knife, this is a feeling, people who do not use knives will not understand this mysterious feeling.

Lao Qi smiled gently, "This knife has made my family famous, and it has always been the number one for many years. I think it's right for you, it's yours. I hope you can use it to get on the right path. His eyes were filled with anticipation and encouragement.

Mingzhu touched the blade of the knife, looked up at Lao Qi, and solemnly knelt down to thank him, "Master Xie gave me the knife, I will cherish it well!" ”

Holding the knife, I feel that there is one more partner, a partner who will always be loyal, and my heart is very steady.

"You have to be familiar with the knife, it will be used for you, use the knife with the sword to pay attention to the artistic conception, like your father's knife you can't use, others can't use it, only your father can use it, not necessarily the best artifact, but to be the most suitable for your own knife, in order to have divine help."

"Yes." Mingzhu bowed her head and was respectfully taught.

This familiar with what to do Lao Qi didn't tell Mingzhu that everyone's method is different, but it is not easy to break through that layer of paper.

Shangguan Hao was the first time he came down from the battlefield, and in the most frustrated days, he relied on his sword to gain the courage to defeat the demons in his heart, and since then they have been united with each other, which requires an opportunity.

Mingzhu likes this knife very much, it suits her very well, no matter what aspect it is particularly smooth, she wears it day and night, fortunately, it is not very big, it is not very conspicuous when worn on the waist, it is just right.

Since she had this knife, she wore it day and night, and slept next to her pillow, she didn't know how to get familiar with it, but she really liked to wear it by her side day and night, and I believe that one day she could get the opportunity to be recognized.

"Sister, can I take a look at this knife?" Mingya was very curious.

"Yes, but you can't touch it, I'm afraid you'll get hurt." Mingzhu warns Mingya because this knife is indeed evil.

The day before yesterday, Yinzhu wanted to help her wipe it, but her finger was cut and she bled a lot, obviously she was very careful, but she was still injured. Yinzhu was so frightened that she didn't dare to touch it anymore. (To be continued.) )